there’s blood on the boards where p*ssionate words bleed down from the stage to arena the pilgrims are back with money they stashed a gift to the gods of the hour never too loud drummer kicks the band right in the *ss no one shot gun, they’re all drivers – this is the master cl*ss

rock & roll heroes forever immortal the masters of music idols and legends

the man with the voice has opened his throat spits out the words of the story his fingers are speeding, shredding the strings stripping them down to the wire photographs on cotton t-shirts – 30 bucks a pop ball hats, sweatshirts, come and get your pictures autographed

rock & roll heroes forever immortal the masters of music idols and legends rock & roll heroes forever immortal the masters of music idols and legends